White Ocean

These flashes of red and blue are not my own
But I mourn in "what if's"
With the love for a stranger

So many unread stories, so many unknown authors
Until these sirens greet us
We'll live as politicians
Building cities for ourselves

As I listen to the ocean through this seashell
I know these sounds of waves are just fictional
As I listen to the ambulance through my car window
I know these sounds of departure are factual

These flashes of red and blue are not my own
But I mourn in "what if's"
With the love for a stranger

Pull back the blinds and let the light into your homes
And step outside to breathe in the chalk outlines
If the phone rings with the songs of a paramedic
I'll take your hand and sing to you, a stranger.

As I listen to the ocean through this seashell
I know these sounds of waves are just fictional
As I listen to the ambulance through my car window
I know these sounds of departure are factual